Toronto Mike'd: The Official Toronto Mike Podcast - Money Jams: Toronto Mike'd Podcast Episode 1479

Episode Date: April 30, 2024

In this 1479th episode of Toronto Mike'd, FOTMs kick out their favourite songs about money. Toronto Mike'd is proudly brought to you by Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, Ridley Funeral Home, The Advantaged Investor podcast from Raymond James Canada, The Yes, We Are Open podcast from Moneris, The Toronto Maple Leafs Baseball Team and RecycleMyElectronics.ca. If you would like to support the show, we do have partner opportunities available. Please email Toronto Mike at [e-mail]

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I know a guy who never pays his taxes and he's literally like hiding from the CRA. He's literally trying not to trigger any alarms and get on any lists or even have the CRA realize where he lives. Pay your taxes. Because it's tax deadline day, Mimico Joe suggested we kick out the money jams. So this FOTM KOTJ episode of Toronto Mic'd is you kicking out the money jams. So let's let Joe kick things off. Hey it's Mimico Joe. Isn't it fascinating the unexpected ways you can be introduced to music you wouldn't have otherwise found on your

own? Sometimes it's romantic, like during a rainstorm when I discovered Charles Bradley from a song I heard when I ducked into a tiny shop in Paris. Or more utilitarian, like when I rediscovered Iggy Pop after hearing a song in the change room at the Gap in Dufferin Mall. A few years ago, we got a Peloton bike and I never predicted that riding my Peloton

would be such a source of music discovery. That's how I discovered this song, The Money Game Part 2 by Ren. I've since learned there's also a part one and a part three but it's part two I instantly loved the first time I heard it. A fantastic song I never knew existed by an artist I never knew existed until I hopped on my stationary bike. I've been waiting for a chance to play it on a kick out the jams. It's about money and corporate greed, and it's got a whole lot of quirky. Strange time of living in panic and hysteria, poor man London, rich man don't care for your narcissist.

Mindset spread like malaria, sit back and watch the show, America Britain split through fickle shit A government of hypocrites These counterfeit politicians sit in Parliament Not Adi, quit Needlessly bleeding resources all dry Turn a blind eye if it means they pay rise Oh what a shame it would be I would die

If number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain While my fingers on the trigger of a money game Oh rain rain rain rain A storm it comes our way And no surprise to distorted lies

Poison in the veins But we die to point the playing, playing, playing, playing It's easy to get to blame Good point, the mirror brights ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, by line this is business economics in the nursery rhyme she sells seashells on a seashore but the value of these shells will fall due to the laws of supply and demand no one wants to buy shells because there's loads on the sand step one must create a sense of scarcity shells will sell much

better if the people think they're rare you see bear with me take as many shells as you can find and hide them on an island stockpile them high until they're rarer than a diamond step two gotta make the people think that they want them, really want them, really fucking want them Hit them like bronzes, influencers, product placement, featured primetime entertainment If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man Three, it's monopoly, invest inside some property Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly Shells must sell, that will be your new philosophy

Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality Four, expand, expand, expand, cliff forest, make land, fresh blood on hands 5. Why just shells? Why limit yourself? She sells, she shells, sell oil as well 6. Guns sell, stock sell, diamonds sell, rocks sell Water to a fish, sell the time to a clock 7. Press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes Then run to be the President of the United States

8. Big smile, make big wave, that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate, 9 polarize the people, controversy is the game, it don't matter if they hate you, if they all say your name, 10 The world is yours, step out on the stage to a round of applause, you're a liar, cheat, a devil, a whore, and you sell seashells on the seashore Rain, rain, rain, rain. A storm it comes our way. And no surprise to distorted clouds. Poison in the veins.

But we die before the blame. Blame, blame, blame. It's easy to get to blame. Good point the mirror at ourselves. We're all part of this whole money game. Mm, mm, mm. Mm, mm, mm. Mm, mm, mm. This old money game This old money game

Hi FOTM's, it's Leva Fumka. I haven't submitted songs for the KOTJ for a while because most the topics I could never think of a song immediately but with the money jams the first thing that came to mind was Bare Naked Ladies, If I Had a Million Dollars. So enjoy. And if I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars I'd buy you furniture for your house Maybe an ice chester field or an ottoman And if I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars Well I'd buy you a K-Car, a nice reliant automobile And if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you love If I had a million dollars, I'd spill the treat for N.I.R.

If I had a million dollars You could help, it wouldn't be that hard If I had a million dollars Maybe we can put a little tiny fridge in there somewhere Yeah, we could just go up there and hang out Like open the fridge and stuff and there would already be food laid out for us With little pre-wrapped sausages and things They have pre-wrapped sausages but they don't have pre-wrapped sausages and things. Mmm. They have pre-wrapped sausages, but they don't have pre-wrapped bacon.

Well, can you blame them? Oh, yeah. If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars Well, I'd buy you a fur coat But not a real fur coat that's cruel And if I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars

Well I'd buy you an exotic pet, yup Like a lamb or an emu And if I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars Well I'd buy you John Merrick's remains Through all them crazy elephant bones And if I had a million dollars I'd buy you love If I had a million dollars We wouldn't have to walk to the store If I had a million dollars

Now it'd take a limousine cause it costs more If I had a million dollars We wouldn't have to eat Kraft dinner But we would eat Kraft dinner Of course we would, we'd just eat more And buy really expensive Ketchup's with it That's right, all the fancy Dijon ketchup. Mmm. Mmm.

If I had a million dollars. If I had a million dollars. Well, I'd buy you a green dress. What, not a real green dress? That's cruel. And if I had a million dollars And if I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, Well I'd buy you some art,

A Picasso or a Garfunkel. If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, Well I'd buy you a monkey, Haven't you always wanted a monkey? If I had a million dollars I'd buy you love If I had a million dollars

If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars If I had a million dollars I'd be rich Hey there, Toronto Mic listeners. Joe Louis here. My obvious choice for FOTM money jams was probably already taken by Brian Dunn So I'll let him have it and set it aside

Then the phrase shake your moneymaker became an earworm for a while and there's the obvious connection to James Brown's sex machine But apart from the prostitution angle, it's not really a money song. So I set that one aside, too Money Song. So I set that one aside too. Switching genres, I was thinking something by Mel Tormé might fit, especially since I can't recall him ever being featured in a jam session. His songs, Money Song and With Plenty of Money in You, aren't really among my favorites from him, so they too were out. And then it hit me. Rich Girl by Hall & Oates is perfect, not only because of the subject matter, but also because of the real-life drama unfolding between Hall and Oates and the fight over their music catalog and, you guessed it, money. But to my ears, Lake Street Dive's rendition of Rich Girl is even

better than the original from the tall blonde guy and the short guy with the mustache. So sit back, crank the volume, and take in the fantastic vocals of Rachel Price and the pleasure she takes in calling out the unnamed Rich Bitch. You can rely on the old man, honey, it's a bitch, girl And you're going too far, cause you know it don't matter anyway Say my honey, but it won't get you too far, get you too far Don't you know, don't you know, yeah That it's wrong, girl To take what is given you so far gone on your own, yeah You can get along if you try to be strong, but you'll never be strong

You're a rich girl and you're going too far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's honey It's a bitch girl and you're going too far Cause you know it don't matter anyway Oh, that's your money but it won't get you too far Get you too far I gave you the fire Let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

High and dry, out in the rain, yeah Oh, it's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain And don't you know that love can't go Cause there's too much to give Cause you'd rather live for the thrill of it all Oh, you're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man, honey it's a bitch girl

But you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway Let's go Say money, but it won't get you too far Say money, but it won't get you too far Say money, but it won't get you too far Get you too far And you say you can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money

You're a bitch girl, you're a rich girl, you're the rich girl, yeah Oh no, you're the rich girl, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah You're the rich girl, and you're gonna choose right Cause you know it don't matter anyway Well, you can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's You can rely on the old man funny You're my bitch girl bitch girl bitch girl

Oh, you're my bitch bitch girl yeah Oh, you're my bitch girl bitch girl Hi, it's Cam Gordon talking about songs about your money. The song I chose is Heart Spark Dollar Sign by the alternative rock band Everclear. This was a song and a band that we heard all over 102.1, The Edge and other alternative rock music stations in the 1990s. This song was actually the first ever clear song to hit the Billboard Hot 100. It peaked at number 85 in 1996. Amazingly, their previous hit Santa Monica did not hit the Billboard Hot 100 even though it was number one on the US mainstream charts. Yeah, this is a great song. I love it. I think it's a better song than Santa Monica personally, but

that's just me. Enjoy it. But they are still there, the world resolves Into a definite grin Cause I walk with pride, with a black girlfriend My mom said not to bring her around Cause she's black, my family will put her down I break, though I just I'll divide Swear to love so pure, for a hate so blind She said, she said Forget the fact that I don't look like you She said, she said You're possessed with a power bigger than the pain Damn stop, when we lie so close In my room where we share what no one knows

From the day that we start till the day that we end I know, I know, I know now We will never find a place where we could just sit in Me and my black girlfriend She said, she said Don't bring yourself to the low She said, she said You're too sad for a power bigger than the pain A power bigger than the pain I'm bigger than the pain I'm bigger than the pain

Heart for a dollar sign Heart for a dollar sign Hi Mike, it's Leslie Villene here with my money inspired jam. I'm not going to drone on and on about all the songs I could have picked and didn't pick Hi Mike, it's Leslie Gillian here with my Money Inspired Jam. I'm not gonna drone on and on about all the songs I could have picked and didn't pick because I promised myself and your listeners in the last Kick Out the Jam episode

that I would not do that. So I'm gonna get right to the point and tell you the song that I did pick for my Money Jam. I picked a song by Eddie Money. He was an American artist born Eddie Mahoney in New York City in 1949, and sadly he died at the age of 70 in September of 2019 of esophageal cancer.

The song I picked is the first track from his debut self-titled album that was released in December of 1977. I was in grade eight, and I would have listened to that song on 97.7, Shome FM in Montreal. This song only went to number 14 in Canada and number 22 in the US, which was not as high as his much more popular song, Baby Hold On To Me, which went to number 4 in Canada and number 11 in the US. But besides his name

being Money, the song is about something that you have to save up money for. So with that I give you Two Tickets to Paradise by Eddie Money. Something that both of us have always wanted to do Waiting so long, waiting so long Waiting so long, waiting so long I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here I've got two tickets in my pocket now baby We're gonna disappear Waiting so long

Waiting so long Waiting for love, waiting for love Waiting for love, waiting for love I've got two tickets to paradise Won't you pack your bags and leave tonight? I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise I'm gonna be a good boy Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here I've got two tickets in my pocket baby, will disappear Waiting for love I've got two tickets to paradise

Would you pack your bags for me tonight? I've got two tickets to paradise Would you pack your bags for me tonight? I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise I've got two tickets to paradise It's a paradise I immediately dove deep into the catalog of the man himself. Two tickets to paradise, two on the nose. Baby, hold on.

Again, too obvious. Come on, VP. We've got to move past the self-titled debut. Got to be a mid-period banger that would do the trick. Think I'm in love? Maybe, but its appearance on the Paul Blart mall cop soundtrack kind of ruined that one for me. Then we start looking at late era money

and we start to get into the good stuff. Endless Nights, endless yes. Take Me Home Tonight, well, just like Ronnie sang, be my little money jam. After many days surrounded by my EM vinyl, I thought, wait a minute, why don't I be a little cheeky here, why don't I break the rules and pick a song about money?

It'll probably annoy Mike, but that's half the fun, isn't it? So forgive me, Toronto Mike. I've decided to go off the board and pick this killer track from the late great Sharon Jones with the Dapkings, called appropriately enough, Money. Topical lyrics, a killer vocal, and oh, those horns. Edward Money, shout out to Ridley Funeral Home. I'll catch you on the flip side. ["Money"]

Yeah, money. Without money, what would we do? We got a little idea, we see what's going on. They say the money is the root of all evil, but ain't nothing evil about money. Because we need that money to pay the bills, to pick the rent. Huh? Banks are falling.

Presidents scratching their heads. The economy is down. Wall Street about to lose them. I'm in up and down. Gas prices up and down. Nobody knows what to do you know what we need though money, where have you gone to?

money, where have you gone to? I got to pay my bills, got to pay my rent I'm hungry and tired but my money's all spent Money, where have you gone to? Money, where are you hiding? I said, money, where are you hiding? I walk like a dog here after you, like a dog when I need you, you always disappear Money, where are you hiding? Money, why won't you stay awhile? I said

Money, why won't you stay awhile? You see We script, we say, try to keep you around When you need it, you know where to be found Money, why won't you stay awhile? Why won't you stay awhile? Heh heh, trying to get that money or you go out and sell everything you own? I don't know, I'm a script, but keep on scribbling, I'm gonna find She's gonna do it on the crotch Hey, shoot me BAAA!

MOTHER! Why don't you like me? MOTHER! Why don't you like me? Was it something that I said? Was it something that I done? I always love you pretty but you never like me not Money!

Why don't you like me? Money! Everybody knows you got it once in a lifetime You got it, got it, money never gonna get there Everybody knows you got it once in a lifetime Everybody needs that money Without that money How you gonna get through You know you know you know you need money

Money, money How you gonna, how you gonna get through You know I need it I know I need it They can sit there for days and days and days But they know that they need it How you gonna get through I don't have much about Tsaeus Band. They're a little bit before my time, but I got into them via association with Ned's Atomic Tuspid and Paul Boyd itself.

Also, the strangest thing, when I was a child working for my dad, the basement archives had graffiti saying, the Wonderstuff rules. I have no idea how big they ever were. I never heard them on the edge. But this is the Wonderstuff. It's your money. I'm after it, baby. Don't give me love or no matter that stuff Cause it's your money on that the bank bear Your love and your kisses, they're just not enough It's just your money on that the bank bear Well I know that it's hard and I know, it's just you Money I'm after, baby Well I know that it's hard

And I know that it's tough But each day you give me back It's just not enough Forget your heart and your body Don't wanna break, it's just you Money I'm after, baby Heaven's above, oh no I'm not in love, it's just you Money I'm after baby I'm skating with you and I'm at you Because it's ya Money I'm after baby

Well I know that it's hard and I know that it's tough But each day you give me back just not enough Forget your heartache, back heartbreak It's just ya, money I'm after baby Yeah, money I'm after baby Money I'm after baby Money I'm after baby Sticking to the measures, not enough Forget your heart at your back Heartbreak, your sister Money I'm after, baby, yeah

I'm in love with myself But nobody else I'm in love with myself I'm in love with myself But nobody else I'm in love with myself, I'm in love with myself, I'm in love with myself Don't give me love on none of that stuff tough Cause it's your money, I'm not the baby Your love and your kisses, that's just not enough It's your money, I'm not the baby

Well I know that it's hard and I know that it's tough When each day's a good day, it's just not enough Forget your heart, it's your fight for the break It's just your money get your heart at your back Don't wanna break, it's just your money I'm after, baby Well I know that it's hard and I know that it's tough But each thing you give me, that's just not enough Hey Mike and fellow FOTM's Midtown Gord here. Well I think there's a lot to choose from for this category because of course we might want to deny it but we all know that money talks Tailor shoes, show off the cows, find hotels and mixie towels Up for grabs, up for a place, where the red hot girls keep all losing through the night The prey is on you, the sex is on me

So what do you do? That's guaranteed, hey little girl You want it all The first, the diamonds, the painting on the wall Come on, come on, run me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, learn it for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk

A Frenchman, foreign ship, a big house With tin-sized bed, you had enough You ship them out, the devil's out Down, you're better by the pound The clam is on you, the socks are on me so what do you do? That's guaranteed, pay it again You break the laws, you hack so you deal You steal from my soul Come on, come on, let me hold the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Come on, come on, let it fall for money

Come on, come on, listen to the money talk Money talk Yeah, yeah I'm gonna be a man, I'm gonna be a man Come on, come on, let me fold the money Come on, come on, let me fold the money Come on, come on, let me fold the money Come on, come on Come on, come on Listen to the money

Come on, come on Listen to the money Come on, come on Listen to the money Come on, come on Listen to the money Come on, come on Listen to the money Come on, come on Listen to the money Hey Mike and fellow FOTMs. YYZchord here. For Money Gems, there was one choice that

immediately came to mind. Flying Lizards, Money. Released in the 1970s, it was one of the first singles that I remember owning as a 45 and something that I listened to often. A great retro song anytime and clearly all without money. Here's The Flying Lizards. I want money That's what I want That's what I want That's what I want Your love gives me such a thrill But your love won't pay my bills, I want money That's what I want That's what I want That's, I want money That's what I want

That's what I want That's what I want I want money I want money, I want money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, Hey Mike, it's Toast Rob. I was going to send you an obvious money song such as Money Money Money by ABBA because I played that song about 10 million times in my Mamma Mia career. But then I just thought of this old spoons tune that I'm going to send you. And it was an unreleased song. Gordon Sandy put out

a recording, put out a compilation a few years ago of unreleased demos and stuff like that. And this song was on there. And so we recorded this song, I'm gonna guess maybe 1984, 85-ish. And it features our horn section, Phil Papa and Tony Carlucci who were with us at the time. And they're playing horns on this as well. And Gordon Sandy and I wrote the song It features our horn section, Phil Papa and Tony Carlucci, who were with us at the time, and they're playing horns on this as well. And Gord, Sandy and I wrote the song together. And it got reconstituted into a song called Bridges Over Borders, which then was on an album

that they released after I left the band, like the following year. And so yeah, dig it. I think I forgot about it. It's kind of a cool song. Fun for me to listen to this again. like the following year. And so yeah, dig it. I think I forgot about it. It's kind of a cool song. Fun for me to listen to this again. I programmed the drum machines

and I put in a little tribute to Grandmaster Flash White Lines. There's a horn line near the end of the song that is a total rip. I mean, it's inspired by it. So, please do enjoy. It doesn't matter, matter at all Just keep your eye on, keep your eye on it You're in the hands of money, twice as sweet when it flows like honey You're in the hands of money, oh oh oh

It's in and out of your back pocket Like a rabbit out of my heart Just keep your mind on it, keep your mind on it You're in the hands of money, cross the street and blow up all the money You're in the hands off Molly, oh oh oh Don't let street dogs know ya, where the child in that beast is stinger You're in hands off Molly, oh oh oh I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, I'm just a man, Hands up, Marie! Hands up, Marie! Hands up, hands up, hands up, Marie!

You're in the hands of money, trust me, the flowers are honey. You're in the hands of money, oh, oh, oh Don't let the sweet taste fool ya When it's hard, there's peace to stick ya You're in the hands of money Oh, oh, oh

Just like that Hands Of money Yes, I'm burning Hands up money, hands up money, hands up money, hands up hands up hands up money Hi Mike, Alan Gold here. My selection for the Money KOTJ episode was gonna be Beatles Can't Buy Me Love, but when I was discussing it with my wife she suggested an even better song for me and that being If I Were a Rich Man from the Broadway musical Fiddler on the Roof. So because it's a Broadway musical I'm sure this will be Rob Pruss approved. I think Fiddler on the Roof is a classic Broadway musical and talking

about the struggles of a minority community and this song in particular talking about a man trying his best to look after his family in a difficult time. Anyway that's my selection. I hope everybody enjoys this song that came out in 1964 I believe. Rick A here, The Elevator Man. My choice for Money Song. This one goes back to, I think, Grade 6. And to this day, I still don't know why us being shown this movie was part of the curriculum. But I am thankful for it because I've always loved this song. It's a silly song. But when I heard that there was a Money Song request, this came to mind. It's a silly song, but when I heard that there was a money song request, this came to mind. It's from Fiddler on the Roof.

It's Topol singing If I Was a Rich Man. Oh dear Lord, you made's no great honor either. So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune? If I were a rich man, yabba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum All day long I'd bidda bidda bum If I were a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to work hard Yabba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum If I were a bidda bidda rich, tidal, diddle, diddle, diddle man, I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town.

A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below There would be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere just for show I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks for the town to see and hear squawking just as noisily as they can and itch lop the glee, but it's a coo, yeah! Yuck yeah! Will land like a trumpet on the ear As if to say he lives a wealthy man If I were a rich man

Yabba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum All day long I biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to wear a car. If I were a bitty, bitty wretch, idle, diddle, dive, little, diddle man, I'd see my wife, my little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little wrench, Idle, diddle, diddle, diddle man. I see my wife, my goldie, looking like a rich man's wife, with a proper double chin, supervising meals to her heart's delight. I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock. Oh, what a happy mooch is that! Screaming at the servants day and night.

Wee-ya-ha! Wee-ya-ha! The most important man in town will come to phone on me They will ask me to advise them Like Solomon the Wise If you please, Reb'taviel On me, Reb'taviel Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes He had a dee da da, he had a da da, he had a da da da And it won't make one bit of difference if I answer right or wrong

When you're rich, they think you really know If I were rich, I'd have the time that I like to sit in the synagogue and pray And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall and I discuss the holy books with the learned men seven hours every day and that would be the sweetest thing of all Think of all If I were a rich man All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I were a wealthy man Ah, you wouldn't have to work hard

Yibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba Lord who made the lion and the lamb You decreed I should be what I am Would it spoil some vast eternal plan? eternal plan If I were a wealthy man Hi Toronto Mike and the Toronto Mike universe, it's JJ here I'm not attached to too many songs about money as much as I love money

But um, I figure that nobody's gonna submit this one hopefully so my submission is bitch better have my money by Rihanna just like a great song and a way to like let people know that if you have it for me you better send it soon. Supposedly she wrote it in regards to somebody who does owe her money but I did a quick read of the wikipedia and it um doesn't seem to say that but either way that's my submission. Moolah-la, yeah, y'all Bitch, better have my money Y'all should know me well enough Bitch, better have my money Play down, call me all my blood Pay me what you want me

Ballin' bigger than LeBron Bitch, give me your money Who y'all think y'all frontin' on? Like blap, blap, blap Louis 13 and it's all on me Nigga, you just bought a shot Come a causey, if it think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, you wiping the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don't act like you forgot I call the shots, shots, shots Like blap, blap, blap Pay me what you want me Don't act like you forgot I call the shots, shots, shots Like blah, blah, blah Pay me what you want me Don't act like you forgot Pay me what you want me Bitch better have my, bitch better have my, bitch better have my money Swine up to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted Airs on my drop, I am the only thing I play, yeah In a drop top, do a hunnid y'all In my rear view mirror racing

Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Like, brap brap brap Louis 13 and it's all on me Nigga, you just bought a shot Comikaze, if it think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, you wiping the backseat of my brand new foreign car Don't act like you forgot I call the shots, shots, shots Like blap, blap, blap Pay me what you want me

Don't act like you forgot Bitch, better have my money Bitch, better have my money Pay me what you want it This better have my This better have my This better have my money This better have my money Pay me what you want it This better have my This better have my

This better have my money Bitch better have my money Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, my request for money jams is Good Charlotte, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. This 2002 jam is about the hypocrisy of celebrities, their focus on money and fame, and how they can be pretty annoying. Fun fact is that this song references Johnny Cochran, shout out to Ridley for OJ, and also later on in their lives, the two brothers and leads in this band, the twins, while Benji married Cameron Diaz and Joel is now married and has been married to Nicole Richie. Thanks Mike, it's good Charlotte, bye. Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about what life can be

I'd like to see them spend the week Living life out on the street I don't think they want to buy I think it's been a day or two Walking in someone else's shoes I think they stumble and they fall They won't fall Lifestyles

Never reaching the famous They're always complaining Always complaining If money is such a problem They're always complaining, always complaining If money is such a problem Well they got matches Think we should rob them Did you know when you were a baby she could kill your wife And that's no fetch, thing is 25 to life

As long as you got the cash, they'll pay for coppering And did you know if you were caught you were smoking crack? My dogs wouldn't even want to take you back You could all just run for mayor of D.C. I'd like to see them spend a week Living life out on the street I don't think they would survive But they could spend a day after

Walking in someone else's shoes I think they stumble and they fall They respond Lifestyle, cause they're rich and they're babies They're always complaining, always complaining If money is such a problem Well they got measures Big fish should rub them I'm always complaining, always complaining

Life's not the way it should be, babies They're always complaining, always complaining It's funny, it sets you problem You got so many problems Think I could solve them Lifestyles of the richest, baby We'll take clothes, cash, cars and homes Just stop the play then

Lifestyles of the richest, baby Lifestyles of the rich and famous Lifestyles of the rich and famous Lifestyles of the rich and famous song. But you know what I don't hate? I don't hate Sloan. I just had the greatest conversation with Chris Murphy at the Aquarius Theater in Hamilton. What a sweetheart FOTM he is. Sloan, one of Canada's great bands. This is one of Sloan's great songs. When I think of money songs, I think of money city maniacs. From 1998's Navy Blues. Let her rip! All you found is another back door,

Where no one sees the reason for it. All you found is another back door And no one sees the reason for At the heart of the trapping van You have to understand there's a driving need In the yellow line And the joke is when he awoke his body was covered in coke his And the joke is when he awoke his body was covered in coke his Hey you! We've been around for a while With you in it that you were wrong And we'll admit that we're right Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride

Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride

Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride

Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! Come along for the ride Hey you! If you were wrong, they will admit that we're right Hey you, come along for the ride We'll hit the money, slip into Texas all night And the joke is, when you woke in The body was covered in ghost tears And the joke is, when you walk in Body was covered in ghost fears Hey you! I'm gonna be blind

Hey you You've been around for a while If you'll admit that you were wrong Then we'll admit that we're right You take the heart of a traveling band You'll never understand that all they know is the yellow line. Yes. And the joke is when you walk in, body was covered in coke, yeah. And the joke is when you walk kiss, body was covered in coke.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Joke is when he won't kiss, body was covered in coke. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Joke is when he won't kiss, body was covered in coke. Yeah. Party discovery with the Puppeters TG episodes should include you. That's right, I'm talking to you. You can follow me all over the place. I'm at Toronto Mike. Much love to all who made this possible. That's Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, RecycleMyElectronics.ca, Raymond James Canada, the Toronto Maple Leafs baseball team, Minaris, and Ridley Funeral Home. I'll see you when I get back from Montreal. And drink some goodness from a tin

Cause my UI check has just come in Ah, where you been? Because everything is coming up Rosy and gray Yeah, the wind is cold But the snow is cold It won't speed the day And your snow is warm, it's been a day And your smile is fine, and it's just like mine, and it won't go away

Cause everything is rosy and gray